My relgion wouldn’t really permit music to be played at my funeral. I would hope, though, that whoever winds up buring me, many years from now, would know that I don’t care much for proper religious protocol. I also wouldn’t really want too many sad songs played. I’d want whoever survives me to celebrate my life and not mourn my death, because I love life. That said, if a sadder song was needed, I’d choose this one. The lyrics speak for themselves..

“When all is said and done, And I’m looking back upon this race I’ve Run

In 2009, after my first experience on the Rock Boat, I received three phone calls in succession, from three ladies I like to call ‘my sisters from other misters,’ with the same exact message “next year.. we’re in!”

2010, I once again boarded the Rock Boat. This time, Tina, Rachel and Jayme were my roommates… 5 Days, open water, horrible weather, motion sickness inducing swells, not to mention rain when we got to Cozumel.. It was AWESOME, and by far one of my favorite vacations ever!

As we departed the boat, all three of us had the same song stuck in our heads… we tried, really, to STOP singing it.. but every few minutes, as we stood on line to get through customs, and then again as we waited for a cab to take us to the airport, one of us would bust out with “Kamikaze Airplanes in the sky…”

Now, whenever I hear this song (which, lately, I do, almost
every time I walk in to a CVS, Duane Reade, or turn on a Shonda Rhimes show), I think of TRB X, the line to get off the boat, the taxi stand across the street from the Pier, and the best roomies, friends, sisters from other misters a girl can have!